It’s not something bound by four walls or family origin.
“Home is where the heart is.”
“I feel at home there.”
“This is my second home.”
“I’m going home.”
“Home, sweet, home.”
“They went home to be with the Lord.”
We all need a place we can call home, a place where our spirit is peaceful, where we feel comfortable and at rest. Where all seems right with the world.
Where striving ceases and calm remains.
Then there are statements from my daughter who’s following the call of her Lord to minister to fatherless children in an orphanage thousands of miles away.
As my firstborn explores the calling to long-term overseas orphanage mission work, I know her heavenly Father is confirming that calling through expanding her meaning of home. She’s not home-sick for the “home place” here on the farm.
There, in the center of God’s will, she’s home.
I’m okay with that. Really.
I’ve learned we can be restless looking for places to land either personally or professionally where we feel at home. In God’s grace, I have one child who is learning early that home really is where the heart is – touching her heart with the heart of God’s.
The Lord’s stretching my idea of home. She’ll be moving to Virginia for a year, serving with Americorp, while she figures out “what next.” I don’t know what that future looks like, but I’d rather be at home with God’s blueprints for her life than my own.
My prayer for each one reading that you have places and people that are “home” for you. Places of comfort, peace, and rest. Places where striving ceases.
Places where your heart touches the heart of the living God, for His honor and glory.
Today, may the God of all comfort and peace be your place you call home.
What images does home bring for you? What are your experiences with the word, “Home?“